I don’t know how accurate the time-stamp on these blogs is, but I’m afraid it may betray me this morning. That’s right, this morning! I couldn’t believe it myself (probably because I’m so disoriented when I first wake up, regardless of when), but I actually woke up at a decent hour today without an alarm clock. Next thing I know, Elvis is going to be doing free shows on the Union lawn. Unfortunately, my “early-rising” left me with a whole new dilemma: What do I do with this extra hour (assuming I don’t skip my first class–that would make it an extra two hours)? I settled on updating my blog. I keep telling myself this is productive and maybe I’m right; or maybe I’ll stop caring about blogging in a week and I’ll drop off the face of the electronic earth.
So, I realized that I never wrote anything about my feelings on The Mothman Prophecies. That’s probably because I really didn’t have any. It was a decent movie with some minor twists and a bit of suspense, but that’s about all I can say for it. For the most part, the movie’s suspense was derived from well-placed, aggravating sounds (ie a sudden hiss, or an unexpected screech or a demonic voice). Unfortunately, all those sounds did was aggravate me–they didn’t make the movie any better, in my opinion. I think, in all fairness, I can at least give Richard some props for playing a pretty good confused rich-guy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s certainly not Oscar-bound or anything, but he played the role well. (Aside: The Oscar is headed to Sean Penn, this time around, for his work in I Am Sam. That is, unless Russel Crowe manages to land a role in another great movie, where he can do some overacting and fool everyone into thinking he deserves the little metal man: Aside over)
Well, this weekend may yield some much sought after free time for a change. I lucked out: only two homework assignments due on Monday and nothing due on Tuesday. It’s nice to know that, this week, only two of my prof’s think I have nothing better to do than their stupid homework assignments. Actually, I take that back, probably only one of my prof’s thinks I dig doing homework on the weekends; the other one probably doesn’t even know he assigned anything. He’s one of the professors who thinks that Teaching Assistant means “One who does everything for the course except the lectures. The TA’s responsibilities include: assigning homework, grading homework, making up his own rules for grading homework, answering any questions the student might have, avoiding telling students their grades, etc.” That definition was taken right out of the Computer Science department’s Department Dictionary of Terms We Redefined to Meet Our Needs. I would kick myself for this dual-degree idea if I could kick myself anywhere other than the shin and calves–that just gets old after a while.
I’m ripping this next part of my entry directly from Jason Killingsworth’s blog (along with pretty much every other aspect of my blog):
Currently reading: Knowing God by J. I. Packer and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
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